Rachel POV
I knew something was off.
I'd woken up to more followers than usual, my social media flooded with messages from coursemates asking if I was alright. I guessed the photo I'd posted-with Leo and my friends in the VIP lounge-had drawn attention after the shooting.
I shrugged it off. I didn't think much of it.
Until I stepped into the building.
I should've known it wouldn't be quiet.
The moment I crossed the entrance, conversations stalled. Heads turned. Someone whispered my name like it suddenly carried weight.
"Rachel!"
A hand caught my arm before I could even take two steps inside. Then another voice. Then another.
"Are you okay?"
"We saw the news-"
"You were at the event, right?"
"That shooting was insane-"
I froze.
Faces surrounded me-some familiar, most not-and
